"What are you going to do to me now?" Dirk asks Jared when the young sadist approaches with a bucket of water and an electric razor. "You're a little too hairy," Jared replies with a smirk, clicking on the razor and removing most of Dirk's armpit and chest hair. Dirk's naked body is arched on a table, his arms handcuffed to a chain on the floor, his ankles bound to the table legs. "You better not cut me!" he says as Jared moves the trimmers to his belly and pubes. Big mistake. Jared might be the silent type, but he has a long memory and Dirk is going to feel a lot more pain for that bit of disrespect. Ten minutes later, Dirk's torso is shaved clean but for a smattering of hair on his chest. "We like our boys clean in this dungeon," Jared adds. "I bet you do," Dirk replies sarcastically. Boy, this kid is going to suffer. He can only imagine how 30 pounds of lifeless weight feels stretching his scrotum. It was going to be one hour of pain; now it will be four.
"Tell you what Dirk, all of this can stop right now if you suck my dick," Jared tells the kept boy after crucifying and torturing him. "Fuck you!" Dirk replies, angered that he is being tortured after being prostituted nonstop for four weeks. "I was hoping you would say that," Jared says with a smirk, zapping Dirk's cock with his cattle prod. After a few more shocks, Dirk's tune changes. A minute later he is deep-throating his torturer's cock and sucking his balls. "Lick the tip!" Jared demands, making Dirk suck his cock while also jerking his own. Soon the cum is flying everywhere, with Dirk busting a huge load, then getting his chest covered with Jared's cum. "I think I'm going to keep you for myself," Jared tells the boy, ordering him to lick his still-hard cock clean. Next week: A brand-new frat boy.
Curtis is one fine twink, with a bulbous butt and just enough muscle. Jared lays into the boy's back and ass hard with the flogger, making Curtis squeal and get up on his toes, his cock jumping with each blow. "And now you're gonna suck my cock," Jared announces. He is so turned on, having total control over this perfect boy toy, he rams his hard dick deep down the kid's throat, fucking his face then ordering him to jerk him off, pumping out a huge load of cum all over his throat and chest. But Curtis' ordeal has just begun. Jared pushes him into a new room down the hall and bolts him into a wooden pillory, naked, his lean stomach and pecs still scarred from an earlier whipping. "What are you doing now?" the teenager asks, as Jared straps on hard-rubber boxing gloves. "You'll see."
Young Curtis is bent over and locked in the pillory, completely naked and terrified. You can hear the fear in his whimpers. He knows he is going to be hurt; he just doesn't know how. Then Jared appears, wearing nothing but skin-tight athletic briefs. He holds a short, leather strap - a device made to beat a boy's ass. Jared spanks Curtis hard, then shows him a huge, rigid dildo. Curtis can't believe his eyes: The thing must be a foot long! The poor, helpless boy screams and moans as Jared fucks him for an hour. Curtis thinks his ordeal might be over, that the ass-fucking was the climax. He couldn't be more wrong. Jared puts a steel ring around the base of his balls, then attaches two electrodes. "What are you doing?" Curtis asks, on the verge of panic. Then the first shock hits. There are many more to come.
Teen boy Curtis remains bent over and bolted in the pillory, naked, his cock and balls encircled by a silver ring hooked to high-voltage electrodes. The poor boy can't believe what is happening to him. He's been punched, whipped, fucked, spanked, ordered to cum and shocked with electricity. Now the man who seduced him, Jared, rings his ass cheeks with 30 clothespins - and turns the electricity back on! Curtis gasps in agony as the current flows, only to have Jared increase the voltage to full power. After several shocks, Jared removes the pins one by one - a painful process - then asks the agonized boy "Do you want me to stop?" Curtis nods. "Cum for me!" Jared demands, slapping the wounds on the boy's ass. Moments later, despite all the pain, Curtis is rock hard and pumps out a second, massive load of cum. The perfect slave boy.
Dirk Wakefield is a classic kept boy, spoiled, arrogant and free-loading. Today, all that changes. He has been sent to us to be trained, to be turned into a true slave boy. This young man will learn that he exists to please his master, that he is an object of desire, a sex toy, and nothing more. He is strung-up and stripped naked. Then his days of torment are described in full detail. He argues and complains until he is gagged. Then he is stripped naked and receives 100 lashes, first with the flogger, then with the single-tail whip. One-hundred lashes. And, trust us, this is just the beginning.
Jared makes Dirk's training clear to him. Dirk exists to feel pain, to have the most intimate parts of his body - from his abs to his nipples to his cock and balls - tortured. His body, his sexuality, is no longer his. He is now a sex slave, who exists to please his master, to suffer in silence, to cum on command. Jared beats him, then jerks him off. Then he stretches him to the max and leaves him to suffer, alone.
Jared continues to whip Josh Hunter's muscular back and bulbous ass. The 18-year-old in Jared's dungeon getting a taste of prison life, is innocent, dumb and beautiful - the perfect prison bitch. They call it a "scared-straight" program, but it's really just an excuse for Jared to get his rocks off. "You want this to stop?" Jared asks the young boy as he squirms and squeals in pain. "Yes!" Josh replies. "Yes what?" Jared demands, whipping the kid even harder. "Yes, master!" Josh replies. "Then you are going to suck my cock," Jared says, as he exists the room. Minutes later Jared reappears, naked and erect, and face-fucks the kid. "You've done this way more than once before," Jared laughs, then pulls out of the high school senior's drooling mouth and cums all over his wounded back. He makes Josh lick his dick clean then goes right back to whipping him. Jared lied!
Jared continues to torture himself to please his master and atone for his cocky arrogance. First he crushes his own balls with a steel vice. "Tighter!" his master screams at him, as Jared grits his teeth in pain, turning the vice's screw several more times. Jared must now hang a heavy chain from the vice after every set of five pull-ups, ten pushups or 20-count squats he does. Only a young man as fit and strong as Jared could endure such a strenuous workout - let alone do it while his pecs, abs, balls and cock are covered with biting clothespins and 30-pounds of steel hangs from his crushed balls. But it gets better: His master orders Jared to shove a huge, ribbed dildo up his ass and continue the torturous workout. A magnificent muscle-slave, in total agony, shows off his physique, pushes himself to his limits and punishes his body, all for his master.
Jared is in the mood for some "playtime" with a hot twink, a boy toy he can completely dominate. So he puts on a sexy, ripped muscle shirt and heads out to the bar. He returns with Wyatt and chains him in the dungeon, hooded and barefoot. The boy has been there for three hours when he suddenly feels Jared's body against his. "Why are you doing this?" Wyatt asks. He's always, secretly, wanted to be dominated, even hurt, but he's terrified. "I need a little playtime," Jared replies with a smirk, ripping the kid's T-shirt off. Then Wyatt hears the unmistakable sound of a leather whip hitting a hard surface and he begins to tremble in fear. "This guy is going to whip me!" he screams inside his head. He's right. And boy is it going to hurt.
"We're just getting warmed-up" Jared tells Wyatt, then pulls of his own shirt and pulls down his boy's briefs, so he can lash his ass as well as his back. Wyatt screams in pain and trembles in fear, but he is clearly turned on by being dominated by a young muscle stud. Jared breaks into a huge smile as he continues to whip his slave with the single tail. Jared is so turned on he licks and kisses his boy's naked body - when he's not whipping it. Soon Jared is fingering Wyatt's ass and stroking his cock. "Thank you, sir," Wyatt says as his cock hardens. Then Jared returns to the whip, making his boy even wilder with pain and desire. All it takes is a few more strokes by Jared's expert hands for Wyatt to bust a huge load of cum all over the dungeon floor. The jizz sprays five feet in front of him.
Naked, his back and ass covered with whip marks, his cock and balls encased in a rubber cock-ring, his body literally trembling in fear and pain, Wyatt tries to calm his breathing and regain his composure, moments after spewing a huge load of cum all over the floor in front of him. "I know I said I'd let you go if you came for me, but I think you know that is not going to happen," Jared tells his young slave. "I've saved the worst for last," Jared adds, pulling out a seven-foot bullwhip, the kind you crack with the jerk of your wrist. Jared cracks the whip exactly that way, up and down Wyatt's back and ass, laying a series of vertical lash-marks on top of the horizontal ones already decorating Wyatt's flesh. Jared finally cuts the boy down, leaving him quivering on the floor until ordering him to crawl on all fours to his cage in the next room.
Beautiful, young Wyatt is back! Jared has kept him locked in a tiny cage for the last two weeks, naked and shaved clean. The slave has been fed and exercised so he's ready for more torture. Jared drags Wyatt from his cage and bolts him to the cross. The kid has never been crucified before but quickly learns the simple power of the cross. He is fit and compact, with a good strength-to-weight ratio, so he can hold himself in place for several minutes before the ache - then the agony - sets in. Soon, however, the slave is gasping in pain, glistening with sweat, his legs shaking. And then things get worse: First Jared puts a ball-crusher on Wyatt's balls, then hangs a heavy iron weight from it. Wyatt moans in agony. He needs relief! And he gets it, sort off. Jared attaches electrodes to the metal ball crusher and Wyatt's wrist and places a stool covered with pressure-sensors in front of him. The slave can step on the stool to relieve the pull of his body against the cross, but even slight.
After spending hours on the cross, slave-boy Wyatt is now bound wrist-to-ankle in a steel brace, his back painfully arched, his knees locked, his lean, shapely body shaved smooth, naked and exposed. Wyatt's master, Jared, enters and slaps the concrete floor with his bullwhip. "I'm going to make you fucking scream for me today!" he says. "Yes, sir. Anything to please you sir!" Wyatt replies, moaning in anticipation. The first blow slices into his skin. "Thank you, sir!" Wyatt says, after gasping in pain. A dozen more slices of the whip follow, leaving the young slave's chest and abs crisscrossed with horrible welts. Jared is so turned on, at one point he licks and chews his wounded slave's freshly whipped pecs, then rubs down the wounds, with his hands and feet, making the boy yelp with pain.
Poor Wyatt remains bound in a terribly uncomfortable position, wrists and ankles locked in a steel brace, his back arched off the floor, his chest and abs covered with wounds from the single-tail whip. But Jared is just getting warmed-up. He brings in a tray full of votive candles, each containing an ounce of liquid fire. After delivering a few more blows from the whip, Jared pours the hot wax on the fresh whip-wounds, sending the young slave into spasms of agony. "Why are you here, boy?" Jared demands. "To please you, sir, always!" Wyatt replies, between gasps of pain. Jared is so turned on he sucks his slave's cock while continuing to pour searing-hot wax on his torso. The wax adheres to Wyatt's skin, burning for minutes as it hardens. Then Jared whips it off. So cruel. So beautiful.
"Am I pleasing you sir?" Wyatt asks, stretched out on the bondage table, his naked body covered with whip marks, his balls stretched in a vice, an electrified grid under his butt ready to shock him at any moment. His master, muscle-stud Jared, doesn't respond but whips Wyatt even harder and yanks on the rope attached to the vice crushing his balls. Then Jared takes the boy's tortured cock and balls in his mouth and licks his stretched scrotum. "Thank you, sir!" the tortured slave says. Then Jared flips the switch that sends current into the grid. He whips Wyatt as he lifts himself off the grid and continues to whip him when he collapses on it. After a while, the poor slave is so exhausted he remains silent and supine even as the current flows into his balls and his master continues to whip him.
After his long and arduous whipping and electro-torture, slave boy Wyatt is given several days rest, naked and alone, locked in his cage most of the time, but taken out periodically to workout and, of course, service his master. Today, he is tortured. He is chained on his knees on the torture table, bent forward, neck chained low, arms chained overhead. Master Jared slaps his slave's abs, fingers his asshole and tongues his mouth. Then the real action begins: a brutal ass flogging with a three-inch wide, steel-studded leather-strap. Jared then fucks the boy's puckering asshole with a massive dildo and jerks his erect cock. "Please, let me cum, sir," Wyatt begs, then spews a load of cum all over the dildo that just fucked him. Jared fucks him with the cum-encrusted dildo then makes him suck it clean with his slave-mouth.
Wyatt remains chained in a stress position, on his knees on a low table, bent forward, arms chained overhead. Jared hops on the table, naked, with a raging hard-on, and shoves his dick in Wyatt's mouth. The boy instinctively sucks on his master's cock like his life depends on it. "Am I pleasing you, sir?" the boy asks repeatedly, when he's not choking on dick. But Jared remains silent, unmoved, wanting, fucking his slave's face even harder, refusing to acknowledge the boy's efforts. Jared finally pulls his dick out of Wyatt's mouth and works it himself while kissing his boy. Jared cums all over his boots, then makes Wyatt lick them - and his still-erect cock - clean. "Yes, boy, you pleased me," he whispers. Next week: Jared suffers.
Connor Halsted's back and ass are a mass of whip wounds. "Time for your favorite part," Jared says with a smirk, showing Connor his "punishment dildo" - a rubber dagger, tapered and rigid. Connor screams as he's fucked, slow and hard, then rapid-fire. He screams even louder when Jared rubs his fresh whip wounds while fucking him. Hours later, the exhausted porn star is stretched out on a long, wooden table, on his back, arms overhead, stretched just enough so his abs suck in. Jared presses down on the stud's torso, making his back-wounds scream with pain. Then Jared brings out his single-tail whip again. Connor can't believe his eyes: He's not going to whip the front of my body, is he? He sure is. And, boy, is it hot.
